A moment of truth, a moment of honesty
Betweens good friends drowned in sorrow
They gathered in the suburban winery
And released to unravel of what is to follow
Women and wine
Cause any men to feel fine
Wine and women
Shares a lot in common
They come in bottles of shapes and color
But like books cannot be judged by cover
After a few bold sips and brave action slips
You’ll feel the sensation in your lips
If men are willing to wait a little longer
Guaranteed their quality would be better
For the wisdom in women come with age
Similar to mature wine ripening in a Vintage
Time is a factor of extreme importance
Every drama will have its deliverance
Thus so a decanter is of absolute essential
In taking a moment to settle the particle
Decant the wine in a few swirling purls
As if watching her fingers dance in her curls
Inhale the breath of the purple solution
Into her lips exhale the breath of pure passion
Take time to appreciate the alluring aroma
As you engulf them in the amorous aura
The waning of the night loosens up distrusts
By all means then indulge in the lust of thrusts
Feel the surrounding temperature rising
Enjoy the action that continues rolling
Coz’ the moment when dawn breaks
Comes the resentment of being awake
Long after they were both gone
In the remains of that one night bond
Somehow somewhere there is a hunger
For that amorous feeling to linger
This is supposed to be a Happy Birthday poem to a friend who writes poetry as well. Art joins hearts… He told me once that there was a moment four of us had in a little restaurant called Toscano back in 2006 and it was for him a moment of truth, a moment of honesty. I came late so I had very little wine, while they’ve been drinking for a long while. Under the influence he shared his heart out and so on his birthday, I hope to blend wine, women and more into a poem piece that would ignite his imagination… Happy Birthday
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